The heavy metal door opened loudly as light burst into the dark, cold room. She hadn't been able to sleep since the events of last night. She laid awake all night and thought about the situation she was in. Was she ever going to be free? Was she ever going to see her friends again? But her time of meditation was over. Training had resumed.
"Come, my dear. It's time for your next first lesson." She looked down at what she was wearing. He had not given her any new garments, only what she had on from the night before. The clothes were dirty and torn. She stood up weakly. He had given her food, but she refused to eat it and the water tasted of iron. The man saw the plate of food untouched and became angry. He raised his hand to strike her. She cowered and tried to protect herself. The blow never came. He walked up to her slowly, bent down to her ear, and whispered, "You are really going to enjoy today's lesson, my pet." He walked out of the room quickly, leaving her in fear. He had already done so much to her: kidnapped her, violated her, cut her throat. What else was he willing to do?
The woman walked out of the room to see him standing in the middle of the larger, adjacent chamber. "Today, I am going to teach you the true art of total submission. Now I know what you are thinking; I do not mean your typical submission, no no. I mean doing whatever your master wants you to do. That could be anything from being his toy, to making him your toy. You have to be able to perform in any circumstance. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my master." A tear flowed from her eye. She hated saying those words, but she had no choice if she wanted to survive.
"Now, kneel before me," the master demanded. The woman approached him slowly and got on her knees in front of him. She could see that he was already hard and bulging from his pants. "Take off my pants with just your mouth." She obeyed reluctantly. His hard cock was brushing against her face by the time he was bare. "Part one of your first lesson is being comfortable with being humiliated. Do you know what that means, my dear?" She shook her head no as her eyes hugged the ground. "It means when I cum, I will cum on your face. Have you ever had that happen before?" Again, she shook her head no. "Oh goodie, I get to be the first to 'deflower', if you will, that pretty little face of yours."
He shoved his hard cock into her mouth without warning. She gagged on his long shaft as he pushed his cock deeper. He pulled it from her lips and waited for her to catch her breath. He lifted her head and rammed it into her mouth again. It was so big. She could feel it going down her throat. She couldn't breathe. He pulled back slightly to let her take a breath in and slowly put the entire length of his cock down her throat and held it there. She resisted the urge to vomit as she gagged.
He removed his cock from her throat. She gasped for air and fell to her hands and knees. "Turn around," the master demanded. She didn't move. She remained in her position breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. "Turn around," he asked again. She looked up at him, and spit on him. He quickly responded to a slap on the face that knocked her to the ground. He grabbed her by the arms and held her before him. "My clients pay me heavily to get what they want. No one wants a bitch. Got it?!" She nodded her head yes as she lightly cried. "Good; now, turn around."
She got on all fours in front of him and braced for the worst. He ripped the shirt from her back and tore off her pants, leaving on her panties. He rubbed his dick on her pussy. It was the perfect position for teasing. He could feel her getting warm and starting to get wet. He loved teasing her. After he was satisfied with how wet she was, he removed her panties and exposed her dripping pussy.
